A Goblet of Wine

[Amerist]

Life is my  drink of  choice  all of 
my  grapes  ripening  on  the vine I 
squeeze its juices down my fingertip
 and relish the  intensity of blood 
 pounding through  my veins ferment
  the vitality  into my glass as it 
  floweth over  with  this vim and 
   vigor  and crashes down around 
     me with the whisperd sounds 
      of spirit swell my bosom 
       I find  liberty, drain 
         the last drop and 
           set my glass 
              upon the 
               table 
                and 
                walk 
                away
                from
               my care
               without
              any worry
             so that for
            a time I hope
          that I can forget
        the gaunt ghost of me.

[bean]

Coolness! =)

[the eternal]

great poem

It must have been tough to design and phrase just right

[Guest Game of Chance]

Yep. Amerist is awesome.

[JaneDead]

very cool

[Amerist]

great poem

It must have been tough to design and phrase just right

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

It's easier than it looks, actually, but it does often lead to some really bizzare word choices...

I wrote this poem as part of an article that I'm writing on carmina figurata, or poems that are designed typographically to also look like an image.

I've been seriously thinking about attempting to do a portrait out of poetry. But I may have to use a graphics editing program, different fonts, and different colors in order to acheive the proper effect. Pointilism or pointillist mosaics taken to a bizzare extreme, I suppose.

I'll show it to everyone when I'm done.

I suppose it'll depend on how bored I get while I'm in Arizona.

[soothsayer]

Excellent.